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In other news: thinking about Lizzy’s long bony seafaring hands cracked with salt and callouses clutching Billie’s butt while her softer, looked after and silent for pick pocketing hands grasp threatingly around Lizzy’s throat.
go on anon & describe my aesthetic
i hate getting close to the end of a project bc im always so ready to be done, and im so close to being done, but i still got like two and half rows of 350+ stitches + bind off to get through which is really like not even being close to done at all
'where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago' an autobiography i'll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.
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